Story Part 2

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I promptly walked up to the bloke and said: "unhand those you scoundrel!"ut he was faster than I was on his feet, he's had alot of experience running away from things.....Why only yesterday he was running from the bridge from where he had slept, only to be disturbed by the kids from town,why am I remembering this now? he 's wondering. He rubbed his temples with his rugged hand and gradually things became clear to him,the train to London would surely be rattling along the tracks very soon,there was no money in his pockets,he had to think quickly....and gather his wits...where could he hide on the train???.......the thunder of steam hit his ears and the train approached him and he hid in the bushes by the tracks to wait for it to come by. When it did.. he jumped on the only car that was open. The car was filled with Jello. He threw himself into the parcel carriage,he was bruised and the dentures in his pocket were smashed and jabbing into his leg now...he was clearly in pain and very much in need of the love of a good woman. unfortunately all the good women were at a pub in Canada so he had to make do with gingerale but I hated gingerale and how the heck did I ?ever get out here. gingerale indeed. I sat up and there ?]in front of me was a big bowl full of clear water, but ?it had a name on it, BOWSER. okay I see him . he is for ?now sound asleep. a doberman oh my, well thats not good ?news but I was so thirsty. and I would be damned if I would' ?drink that gingerale. So i grabbed the bowl and Bowser or ?not I drank my fill. Sylvia, oh right she gave me that ?gingerale,she knew I hated the stuff. My G. My coats all shredded ?how did that happen? Oh my god, I look up and remember now bowser ?had met me in this yard and had torn my coat to shreds, but ' ?thank God I was not in it. Oh my this is Pastor Eliots yard, how could I have forgot he lived here with that mutt Bowser? I was ?so mad at Sylvia, she was in the arms of another man, and I just ?'ran out and keep running through peoples yards til I met Bowser. ?Now Bowser just looked at me and cooked his head. oh oh here comes Pastor Elliot. The pastor looks at me and at Bowser and my poor coat. Come on Bob, lets get you inside and get some coffee ?down you. He helped me up and practically carried me into his living room. Pastor I croaked I wasn’t really drunk, i, my girl, ?she, she cheated on me, I found her in another guys arms. Sit down Bob Pastor Elliot said. Sylvia phoned me, you misunderstood. ?'that was not another man, that was her brother whom she hadn’t ?seen in ten years. You did not let her tell you.